This poisonous miasma was headache-inducing even for Wizards and could serve as a natural defensive measure.
"HUM..."
The Gray Robed Wizard's key emitted a gentle glow, dispersing the poisonous miasma and revealing a traversable path. The group entered slowly.
This was an 'island' roughly a li in radius, higher in the south and lower in the north. Due to a lack of maintenance, the island was overgrown with various weeds and elm trees. Dead branches and rotten leaves were scattered everywhere. Only a simple, two-story building stood on it.
"There are Witchcraft Traps laid out by Adolf on the island. There aren't many, but you'll need to deal with them slowly," Arthur stated.
Arthur took out a contract. "According to the agreement you discussed, Adolf's legacy is divided into three parts, with Carl owning two of them," he stated. "Hibell holds one."
